I'll be there
Published in Everyone's a fucking poet! 1995
I renounced my past which I never really had anyway I packed my nouns and their crummy adjectives that wouldn't sell broke off my date with work & cancelled my appointment with boredom I was mobile no pretending that I wasn't no theories of stability hell I don't even believe in time anymore I'm never late never in a hurry & where I'll be tomorrow is where I am tomorrow but you can bet your ass I'll be thereII.
An astronaut once told me of the enormous quantity of rocket fuel necessary for intergalactic travel I took it to mean a bottle of Finlandia would get me to New York provided I'm not driving One should never go to Hell by invitation but if you feel like Dante & she looks like Beatrice FOLLOW HER ANYWHERE Me? I'm headed for the liquor storeIII.
What the future holds is a trick question : what's the point in running if your legs are history?
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